Heavy Shadow (Part 2)

There was no communication amulet in the room, just four chairs and Zekell was sitting on one of them.

"Dad? What are you doing here? It's the middle of the night in the Kingdom and you should be resting."

"Who cares about sleep when my son needs me?" The blacksmith walked in front of Senton, shaking his hand while patting his back.

"Why would I need you? Everything is fine, Dad."

"Really? Then why is it that you leave the room whenever Leria shows me the latest spell she's learned? How come you spend most of the time in Lutia and go back to your wife only late at night?" Zekell asked primly.

"Also, I'm not blind nor deaf. I can hear you two arguing all the time. I can see the anger that drives your hammer while we work and how cold you are toward your wife and daughter.